Mr. Popularity & the Nerd (8)
Timothy's POV
I was still asleep until I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I annoyingly grabbed it out and answered it.
"What?" I asked dragged out.
"Yo Timothy. I'm going out with Stephanie tonight and my sister is gonna be home alone. Do you think you could like just bring over some pizza for her?"
I quickly sat up when I heard him say 'my sister.' "Uh yeah sure I can do that."
"DON'T STAY. JUST BRING OVER PIZZA FOR HER. I DON'T WANT YOU TO SLEEP WITH HER. Do you hear me man?"
"Yeah bro I heard you. I got to go. I'll bring over pizza for her around 7 or 8 okay?"
"Alright thanks man. See ya."
"Yeah you too." I ended the call and got up. I sat at the edge of my bed for a few seconds because my head was still hurting from waking up without enough sleep. I walked downstairs to grab something to drink in the fridge.
"When did you get home?"
I jumped at the voice. "Gosh you fucking scared me."
"Answer my question. When did you get home?"
"I got home a while ago you got a problem? I mean you would have noticed if you weren't making out with some ugly slut."
He walked up to me and punched me. I grew angry.
"Don't you fucking lay another hand on me. I swear to god." I got up in his face.
"Maybe I wouldn't have done that if you haven't called my girlfriend a slut."
"Oh like you didn't know so."
"Go apologize to her. She's upstairs in my room. Fucking apologize to her." I walked away from him.
"Nah I don't think so." I started walking towards the door. "SHE'S THE BIGGEST SLUT EVER AND YOU KNOW IT. MAYBE THAT'S WHY SHE'S SLEEPING WITH YOU. WHO KNOWS?" I screamed at the top of my lungs. With that said, I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me.
Paris's POV
I woke up with a really bad stomach ache. Ugh it's probably from the stupid pizza I ate with Timothy yesterday. Yeah that's right Timothy and I ate pizza together. Apparently my brother called him last night to 'keep me company' like seriously what am I, 5? But, I was glad he came over. We had a nice time but today at school, I'm gonna pretend I don't know him. It's for the best.
I got up from bed and went to shower and brush. About a good half an hour to an hour, I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. I walked to my closet and picket out an outfit. I put on a black crop top, black high-waisted shorts, and black heels. When I was done getting dressed, I walked back in the bathroom to put on my make up. I put on mascara and then got out my eyeliner. I put on a winged eyeliner. When I was done, I blinked a few times. Not perfect but close enough. I shrugged, left the bathroom, grabbed my books and my phone and went downstairs to look for Jason.
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Mr. Popularity & the Nerd
Teen FictionShe likes him. He likes her. Everybody knows except them. Will Mr. Popularity & the Nerd fall in love?